The Date
By Sarah O’Donoghue
Just a little vignette I dreamed up – I thought Skeeter and his sweetheart Lucy could use a little time together. This is set just after Wild Wild Legend - September 1878. A new full length story, The Muse is coming, as soon as Real Life allows me to finish the darn thing! Here’s something in the meantime.
Legend and all the characters except Lucy Tanner are owned by Paramount and Gekko. The story is mine, copyright Sarah O’Donoghue 2001
Skeeter frantically rubbed Bartok’s hair control lotion over his head. Glancing at the clock in the corner he could see that he had only ten minutes left to his rendezvous.
Today marked exactly a year since his first date with Lucy, cleaner at the Silver King hotel. They were marking this special occasion with a balloon ride as Professor Bartok had thoughtfully given the sweethearts the use of the zeppelin for the night. Skeeter was proficient in it’s operation, and had decided to take Lucy on a moonlit tour of Pike’s Peak, a spectacular nearby mountain.
The clock struck seven o’clock. ‘Darn!” thought Skeeter, grabbing his coat. He was going to be late!
He needn’t have worried. As he galloped down the Silver King stairs Skeeter could hear Lucy’s silvery laughter and then the voice of…
He rounded the corner. “Mr Pratt!” beamed Skeeter, skidding to a halt.
“Hi there, Skeets,” said the writer jovially. “I was just informing the lovely Miss Tanner about your latest idea for a Legend book.”
Skeeter blushed. After much prompting he had plucked up the courage to help Pratt formulate some plots for his dime novels, with such a great degree of success that the writer had promised to give him an “original idea by…” credit on his next book, with the possibility of a small fee for his trouble.
Lucy turned to her beau, eyes shining. “I’m so proud of you Skeeter!” she said softly. Skeeter smiled bashfully, but made no reply, merely taking his lady’s arm in a gentlemanly manner and escorting her to the zeppelin moored nearby.
Pratt watched the youngsters walk off together into the moonlit night. He took a cigar out of his breast pocket, lit it and puffed for a moment, thoughtfully. “Ah, to be young again” he sighed, and, with a smile he strolled off towards the saloon and his poker game.
Fin.
This story copyright 2001 Sarah O’Donoghue. As with everything else on the Steampunk Central Website no profit is derived from this work, and all contents are for entertainment and educational purposes only. See main index page for full disclaimer.
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